Unexpected guests

Opening the door. I saw Chantal standing there, arms folded in front of her - wearing the same outfit from earlier. She was also here with someone.

I Assume it was a friend of hers. It was a taller man, who looked fairly well muscled underneath a leather jacket with spiky hair that no doubt is in fashion.

The man spoke first “I hear you’re giving Chantal a hard time” in an aggressive tone.

I still had the catcher in my right hand, hidden behind the door and my thoughts were racing.

Before I could speak spiky hair pushed the door open, forcing me back a few steps.

Chantal had a malevolent smile on her face.

Spiky hair took a swing at me, and I tripped backwards as I avoided the blow.

“I’m gonna mess you up” he threatened. As he stepped inside further.

I landed hard on my back, but managed to just in time get my right arm - and the Catcher in front of me.

I pointed it at him, literally aiming at the hip and hoped this worked.

He brought a booted foot up as it to stomp me - but with the click of the Catcher his outline glowed, then he vanished.

ACock & Ball sheath laying on the floor where he was.

Even through the makeup, I could see Chantal turn white.

I could tell she wanted to turn and run but I said “Don’t even think it”, pointing the Catcher at her as I slowly rose.